^ Honeymoon
Mountain
By FRANCES
| SHELLEY WEES
Copyright by
Frances Shelley Wees
WNU Service
CHAPTER X—Continued
—13—
Graham backed off precipitately.
“Just a minute," Tubby said softly.
“Where did you get all your Infor
mation about our hero?"
“It’s none of your damn* busi
ness," Graham said.
"I.et him go," Bryn said sharply
to Tubby. "It's obvious. Isn’t it?"
Pilar, back in the shadows,
stirred With a set frozen face she
rose, walked past Grandmother and
Deborah and Bryn, standing togeth
er at the top of the steps, and past
Graham staring at her. She got into
her car, and without a backward
glance, was gone.
• • • • * • •
The morning, Bryn discovered,
had somehow whirled i«self away.
Pilar was gone; Graham was gone
Tubby and Madeline had gone wan
dering off into the woods. Sally her
self had taken a cushion out to the
lawn after lunch, with that avowed
Intention of getting another layer
of sun-tan, but she had promptly
gone to sleep there in the heat, and
Simon had carried out an umbrella
and erected It over her to keep her
from burning. Grandmother was
asleep, too, on the couch before the
open window In the sitting room.
Bryn left the room softly, and shut
the door behind him; and then he
went on with his search for Deborah.
He went down the path toward
the brook with long, quick steps,
and came at last to the solid ring
of trees that formed the back of
Deborah’s most hidden sanctuary.
Bryn rapped lightly on the tree
trunk under his hand. She turned,
.quickly, and looked up, her eyes
*dark and still full of dreams, her
mouth red and soft. Bryn stood be
tween the two trees, und Just out
side them. "May 1 come in, Debo
rah?" he asked.
^ She dropped her lashes. "If you
. . . wish,” she said in a low voice.
He squeezed through the opening
and came down toward her.
Deborah would not look up. Bryn
moved nearer and dropped down a
yard away, his eyes upon her.
^ “Haven’t you forgiven me,” Bryn
asked at last, gently, "for not tell
ing you that Grandmother knew? I
told her on that ride.”
"You did try to tell me."
“Tell me what's troubling you,
Deborah. All the fears and worries
are gone, dear.”
She caught her lower lip between
two white teeth. She shook her
head.
Bryn moved closer to her. He
tried to take her hands, but she
pulled them away.
She swallowed. Then, “I wish
you’d go away," she said under her
breath.
“Go away?”
“The others are going today. After
dinner. You could no with them.”
“Go away, Deborah? Go away
from you, you mean? Leave you
liere? Go hack to San Francisco?”
She nodded, her eyes on a leaf.
Bryn put his face down into his
hands. After a long time he said,
slowly, “I don’t understand, Debo
rah. This morning you . . . why,
you gave me this dower!” he said,
touching it. “I thought you were
beginning to care a little about me.”
She did not reply.
He looked down at Deborah’s bent
head. “That's final, then?” he asked
quietly. She did not answer.
“Sorry,” he said after a moment.
“I suppose 1 was a fool to think
that you could possibly care about
me. You’re so exquisite, and so
fine, and you’re not made out of or
dinary stuff like the rest of us. I
might have known from the begin
ning that it wasn’t any use. I think
I did know, Deborah, so you needn’t
reproach yourself.”
She was gazing up at him, still
with that anguished look In her
eyes. Bryn managed a smile. He
held his hand out. “Shake hands?”
he inquired. “If you don't mind,
Deborah, I think I’ll go now instead
of waiting until tonight.”
She got to her feet slowly. Her
face was as white as chalk. She
put her hand In his. "Good-by,” she
whispered, and he stood for a mo
ment looking Into her eyes, then
turned away.
“So," Deborah said clearly. “No.
It Isn’t any use. I can't let you go.”
She was beside him, her hands on
his arms, her face upheld to his. “I
can't let you go," she said. “I don’t
care wtiat you think about me. I
don’t care if I am a new kind of toy
to you. I don’t care if this is only a
part of an adventure to you, an ad
venture that will be over . . to
morrow, or in Just a little while. I
don't care about anything, or who
happens to me. only 1 can’t let ye
h- S° away front me. I haven’t g<"
anj pride or any strength left
Bryn stood. niothinlpss, starin.
down at hei in hpwihlermeui.
“Don't you understand?" she cried
again. “I ... I love you."
“Love me?" he repeated Incredu
lously.
She lifted her wet lashes and
looked at him. With a little groan
he moved his arms at last, and
closed them tight around her. He
bent his head, and put his lips to
her eyelids.
“Deborah."
She turned her head, slowly, and
looked up a i him. A flood of color
swept up over her face. He smiled
tenderly down at her. "You funny
little chicken," he said “Do you
think It would be much of an ad
venture just to marry anybody, Deb
orah? Do you think 1 would have
offered to marry Just any girl at
all who happened to be In your
predicament? Not in this world,
you foolish baby. The minute I
saw you standing there In the of
fice, Deborah, something said to me
. . . there’s your girl, Bryn, out
of all the world. I was completely
lost from that very first look, sweet
heart. and I wasn’t going to let
you go no matter what happened."
Deborah turned and burled her
face again In Ills shoulder.
Slowly he raised her head, and put
Ids Ups down to hers, so soft and
young and innocent.
“Deborah," he said gently. “1 love
you. You're the only girl In the
“Oh, Bryn, You Are a Big Silly."
world, as far as I'm concerned, Deb
orah . . . will you be my wife?
What I’m asking you now is wheth
er or not you think that some time
you might love me enough really to
be my wife. I couldn’t hope for so
much yet, but later, when you get
to know me better, and trust me
more, do you think you could?"
She began to understand. “When
you’re a wife you think about . . .
that is, about having children, don’t
you?"
“If you want children.”
"Well," Deborah said positively.
“I do. There Isn’t any difficulty
about that. I’ve wanted them for
years and years. I built this play
house for them, long ago for a lit
tle boy and a little girl.” Site looked
at him and smiled. “So that’s all
right,” she said, in a happy voice.
"Yes,” he said after a moment,
“that seems to be all right. I think
we could practically count on some
thing like that eventually.” He
readied into his watcli pocket and
drew out a ring box. Then drew
out the ring. He lifted Deborah’s
hand, and slowly took off her wed
ding ring, lie slipped the new ring
on the linger where the wedding
ring had been, lifted the hand and
put it to his lips. “That’s your en
gagement ring, dear,” he said.
Deborah looked down at it. It
was a great gleaming pearl, flushed
the palest rose, and set exquisitely
In thin gold filigree. "It’s . . .
lovely," she breathed.
“It was my mother’s."
Deborah looked up at him.
“When you want your wedding
ring," Bryn went on carefully, lift
ing a curl on her temple, “when
you’re sure of me, and positive that
you're making no mistake, and
when you get to know that you
feel about me the way I feel about
you — as nearly as you can, of
course . . . and can’t live with
out me, I’ll be very glad to put It
back on your finger. As far as I’m
concerned, Deboruh, l never did ap
prove of long engagements."
• •••*••
It was time at last to say good
by to the guests. Sally and Made
line got Into knitted dresses and
Simon und Tubby Into their knick
ers. and tlielr bags were put Into
the car, and Grandmother bad In
sisted on having Gary pack a basket
of fruit for them and at last they
were gone.
Grandmother went to hod early,
tired frofti a hard day. Deborah
and Bryn sat near the door, anil
looked across at the moon. “I can’t
believe that you’re real, and that
you love me, and that we’re here to
gether, alone." he said. “Tell me
again, Deborah,”
She told him again, and when
Deborah looked at him she knew
that she loved him for always, and
when he spoke his voice rang In
her heart.
After a long time he rose. "You’d
better get to bed, sweetheart," he
said, and Ills voice held the deep
low note In It she was beginning
to understand. “It's been a long
day for you, too.”
“Are you coming up too?"
“I’ll take you up. I’ll curry you
up.” he decided, and slipped his
arms beneath her. They readied
the top at last, and were in her sit
ting room.
"Why did you wear your wedding
dress tonight?” he asked.
“Oh," Deborah murmured, “Just
because. Do you . . . like It?"
“I’ll never forget the tirst time I
saw you in It, Deborah."
She looked up at him. “This is the
last time I’m going to wear it.” she
said. “It’s so delicate, and old. I'm
going to save It for . . . that Is.
I'm going to save it."
“Aren’t you going to wear It Just
once more, Deborah? When . . .
just one more time, sweetheart?"
"No," site said under her breath.
He bent antf kissed her white
shoulder where the lace sleeves lay
against it. “There, then," he said.
“That’s what I wanted to do the
other time I saw it." Then he
kissed her lips again, quickly. “Good
night," he said, and went toward
his own door.
Bryn came out in a moment, with
some clothes hungtng over his arm.
He started across the room toward
the hall. Deborah looked up.
“Where are you going?” she asked
In her soft voice.
"I’m . . . moving down the hall,"
he told her. “Back to my own
room."
"Why?"
He came back to her. lie dropped
the clothes over a chair arm and
put his arms about her again.
“Don’t make It hard for me, dar
ling,” lie begged. “I've got to go.
I couldn’t stay here so near to you
now."
“Why?”
"Oh, Deborah!’’
“I don't know why," she said. "Si
mon stays with Sally. Always.
Doesn’t he?”
“Yes, hut ...”
She stood on tiptoe and put her
arms ubout bis neck.
"Ob, Bryn, you are a big silly,”
she said contentedly. She kissed
the cleft In his chin, and put her
palm against his cheek. "I thought
you didn’t approve of long engage
ments?”
[TUB END]
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/DR. JAMES W. BARTON
TiHii About ®
Underweight In Children
WHEN parents consult the
height and age table and
find that their youngster is be
low the “normal” weight for
his or her age and height their
natural impulse is to try to in
crease the amount of food
eaten.
This may be all right in some
cases, but the big point in the mat
ter is that children are like horses—
race horses, light delivery horses,
and truck or cart horses. There is
just as much difference in the build
or physique in human beings as
there is in horses.
Dr. Barton
me nrsi tnougni is
to figure, as well as
this can be figured,
just which parent or
member of the par
ent’s family the
youngster resem
bles. Generally
speaking there is
the slender type, the
thick-set or stocky
type andwhat might
be termed the nor
mal type which is
neither tall and slen
der nor too short and heavy. And as
the table for height and age is sup
posed to be made up from the nor
mal or average type, it can be read
ily seen that the youngster of the
slender type will be lighter and of
the stocky type will be heavier for
their age and height than will the
normal or average type.
It is only too true that the young
sters of today are taller and more
slender than their parents and
grandparents. I have mentioned be
fore the preparatory school in To
ronto where the sons were able to
use the beds used by their fathers
in most cases, but the grandsons
found the beds too short, so that
new and longer beds had to be se
cured for the grandsons.
The slender type has light bones,
narrow body, drooping shoulders,
narrow back, sagging abdomen, flat
chest. The stocky type has large
heavy bones, broad body, deep
broad chest, wide back, abdominal
organs held, high.
How Types Behave
Just as there is a difference in
outside build so there is a difference
in the size and arrangement of the
internal organs, and temperament
or disposition.
The slender type are quick, nerv
ous, sometimes irritable, high
strung, blood thin, heart and lungs
small, stomach long and narrow,
small and large intestine short in
length.
The stocky type are slower in
body and mind, even tempered,
blood rich, heart and lungs large,
stomach broad, and small and large
intestine a number of feet longer
than in the slender type.
You can thus see that the slender
type is not likely to want or desire
much food and the body processes
are likely to use or burn it up more
quickly and completely so that there
is nothing left to store away as fat.
However, because the parent re
sembled was weak or underweight
at the same age doesn’t mean that
some weight cannot be added to the
youngster, and it is worth the effort
to try building up as much as his or
her particular body can be built up.
Extra Food Adds Weight
At meal times an extra slice of
bread, an extra pat of butter, an
extra glass or half glass of milk, an
extra lump or teaspoonful of sugar,
with a chocolate bar or piece of taf
fy, banana, or glass of milk at 11
a. m. and 4 p. m., would increase
the food intake by about one-quar
ter.
This extra amount would be suffi
cient to gradually increase the
weight, that is, increase the weight
as much as possible in each case.
If there are emotional disturbances
or upsetments, overwork, overtired
ness, infected teeth or other condi
tions present, little or no increase
can be expected.
By resting before and after each
meal, having quiet and peacefulness
at mealtime, with a little candy or
fruit to “play on” at four o’clock,
there should be a definite increase
in strength and weight if these little
extras in food are taken regularly.
• • •
Ailments Due to Foods
Many individuals suffer with one
or more of the following symptoms:
Sour stomach, belching of gas, coat
ed tongue, nausea or even vomit
ing, heavy burning pain in stomach,
cramps in the stomach or abdomen,
constipation, diarrhea.
Now research physicians are find
ing that the above symptoms are
due to certain foods to which these
individuals are sensitive, but be
cause they do not come out in hives,
get head colds, have attacks of hay
fever or eczema, they do not sus
pect foods as being the cause of
their symptoms. It is estimated
that about 10 per cent of the popu
lation are greatly sensitive to cer
tain foods and have these well
marked symptoms.
However, Dr. W. O. Browning in
Tri-State Medical Journal tells us
that from 50 to 60 per cent of the
population while not suffering with
hives, eczema, asthma or head
colds, do have one or more of th»
symptoms first mentioned,
ft—WNU service.
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The Truth About Golf
There has been so much mys
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there is no such thing as a “born”
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while making the few sacrifices
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There are some things the hu
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as walking, running, striking with
the right hund, throwing or catch
ing a ball. Other -hings, like the
golf swing, are unnatural; there
fore the muscles must be trained
and set in those unnatural chan
nels. Golf players call it “groov
ing a swing”. And there are
simply no short cuts o it. Only
one thing will “groove” a muscle
so that it performs an unnatural
action naturally, and that is prac
tice, practice and more practice.
The whole hubbub about golf
revolves around the fact that hu
man beings are lazy They don’t
want to work for their fun, and
practice is work. They are for
ever looking for short cuts, or
easy ways to learn. . . .—Paul
Gallico in Cosmopolitan.
I
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complete instructions for making
the rug shown; an illustration of
it and of all stitches needed; ma
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Foreign Words ^
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Ab urbe condita. (L.) From
the building of the city (Rome).
Aere perennius. (L.) More en
during than bronze.
Bon jour. (F.) Good day; good
morning.
Coup de grace. (F.) Finish
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De jure. (L.) By right of law.
En avant. (F.) Forward; on
ward.
Femme de chambre. (F.) A
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Laissez-faire. (F.) Let alone.
Quoad hoc. (L.) To this ex
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I am not bound to succeed, but
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Up to what light I have.
I must stand with anybody
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—Abraham Lincoln.
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YET act thy part, heroic
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For only by the strong
Are great and noble deeds
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No truth was ever yet believed
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violation of the proprieties.—
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